My Cold Ex-wife Refused To Move On Novels & Stories

I planted myself beside the door, fingers pointed. The man chuckled. “I’d deliver our invitations to your ex, and I’m here because you’re moving.” “Moving?” “Yes, my family wants to meet my wife.” “I’m not your wife!” “Future wife.” He responded calm, and it made me just want to pull my hair off in frustration! I huffed, forcing myself to take pacifying breaths. “Your family can have my nonexistent regards. I’m not going anywhere with you.” “Is that so?” “Yes, so leave.”

He asked again while narrowing his eyes at me. "I could ask you the same question," I replied, my voice strained. Richard's face contorted with frustration, mirroring my own. " It's none of your business." He responded firmly. "Well, I guess me telling you that I'm married to your beautiful ex-wife is not part of your business," I smirked triumphantly because this douchebag deserved to know that Carla had moved on and was happy… sort of.

“Aren’t you going to check her out? Great body? Pretty face? Why not take a look?” Godwin felt a chill run down his spine and forced a dry laugh. “Dominic, I just remembered I have some things to take care of back at the office. You have fun.” The consequences of angering Cold man were terrifying. As Godwin Jones turned to leave, I grabbed him by the collar. "Since the show is all set up, it would be a shame not to watch." I forcibly dragged Godwin into the car. Godwin straightened his disheveled clothes. "Dominic, you have to admit it; deep down, you still can't let go of your ex-wife."

"This isn't about us. It's about Liam." "Everything is about Liam now, isn't it? Or about Cassandra. But never about me." I'm dangerously close to crying again, and I refuse to break down in front of them. "Fine. Move her in. Hell, give her my room while you're at it. I'm sure she'd prefer the view." "Don't be dramatic." "Dramatic?" I laugh, sharp and humorless. "I came home to find my husband moving his ex-girlfriend and their son into our house. But sure, I'm being dramatic."

“we met in a business meeting. she was beautiful. had a small, petite body—just like you i blushed a little, even though my heart was heav i still wanted to know mor why did she leave why did he need a contract with me “i lost her to cancer last year,” he continued, his voice flat but hurting. “i promised myself i wouldn’t replace her. that i’d stay alone. that was until you came my chest tightene i finally understoo that was why he was cold. that was why he pushed people awa he wasn’t arrogan he was broken “i lost elena. i’m not losing you too, wife,” he whispere

He explained, "She is not my wife, we divorced a long time ago. I just felt sorry for her and took care of her for a while. But she is too greedy, she despises me for not having good conditions, and even morally blackmails my ex-wife to help me so that her life can be better. But I already betrayed my ex-wife in the past, how can I have the face to ask her for help? This woman has no moral bottom line. I have seen her true colors now, and I just want to cut off all contact with her." Several onlookers were stunned, their eyes wide open. This melodramatic story had already exceeded their ability to resolve it. "Sir, how about this? We will refund this bill and not take your money. Once you ha

"I bet that innocent man has no idea what you're capable of. Because if he does, he will spit on you." "Let me go!" I shoved his hand away from me, taking a step back, fury burning inside me. "Kaden let me remind you one more time, I am your ex-wife and not your property, so don't you ever lay your hands on me again!" I growled, my hand fisting into a tight ball Kaden took a slow deep breath, running his hand through his hair, before his gaze turned ice cold. "Why would I? Have you forgotten that you ruined three years of my life? Have you forgotten that you trapped me with you after fucking my...,"

As if the image alone wasn’t enough, my gaze slid upward. The headline was printed in bold, merciless red letters, instantly making my blood run cold. WHY I ENDED MY MARRIAGE WITH XAVIER LOCKWOOD. - Carla Dunbar.

“Everything. And she doesn’t want us anywhere near it.” There was silence for a moment. Then the stepmother’s expression hardened. “So what? We just let her shame this family name? Let her pretend she’s not one of us?” He looked at her, something bitter in his eyes. “She stopped being one of us the day we let her go.” His wife’s mouth twisted. “She’ll regret this.” But he shook his head, defeated. “No. We will.” Meanwhile, back in the penthouse, Karen stood by the window, staring out into the city lights.